Serena’s POV: I sat anxiously in the airport lobby, my phone buzzing in my hand. I hesitate for a moment before answering. “Hello”? The voice in the other line, breathless, “Serena, it's Alex. I need your help”. ”Alex? What's wrong? Why are you calling me”? “Look, I got into some trouble a month ago, okay? I'm in trouble, Serena. I got into a fight with Mr. Vincent, and now I'm locked up in jail”. “Yeah, I know what you did. My God, Alex, what's wrong with you? Really, what's wrong? You got into a fight with Mr. Vincent, Alex, what were you thinking? “I didn't mean for it to happen, Serena. It just... it got out of hand”. “Well, it happened and now you're in jail and now you're paying the consequences” “I need someone to bail me outta here, please. I can't stay in here any longer, Se. You gotta help you” “Help you? I'm certainly not going to do that. You can't expect me to bail you out after what you did” “Come on, Serena. You know Mr. Vincent can be difficult. He provoked me”

Serena’s POV:I lay on her bed, my heart racing uncontrollably as I replay the kiss in my mind. I felt a whirlwind of emotions, ranging from confusion to excitement to apprehension. I whispered to myself, What just happened? I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing thoughts as I imagined all the possible scenarios that could unfold after the unexpected kiss.I imagined Mr. Vincent confronting me, demanding an explanation for my reaction. I feared his anger and disappointment, unsure of how to explain my conflicting emotions.SCENARIO 1:Knocks on door.“Why did you do that? You did not have to push me. Man, I hate it when you act like a child sometimes! What's your problem”? I envision Mr. Vincent avoiding me, his embarrassment causing a rift in our professional relationship. I worried about the implications for my career and prospects.SCENARIO 2:Knocks on door.“I'm so sorry, Serena. It was wrong of me to make any advances on you. Gosh! What was I even thinking? I think we s

Serena’s POV: It’s past three in the afternoon, Mr. Carson and Mr. Vincent round off the meeting and are about to call it a day. “Hey, what are you both doing tomorrow night? This is Paris, let me show you around, huh”? His suggestion isn’t that bad. But I don’t know. Mr mind’s still stuck with the kiss incident since last night. I can't get my mind off it. It's haunting me! Going out with both of them will only make me spend more time with Mr Vincent and that’s exactly what I'm avoiding. Spending another night with him. “Sure, why not? That's if Serena is down for it”. Why is he dragging me into this? If he wants to go, he should. I mean it should be a boy's night after all. I think that would be better for all of us. I don't want to be around Mr Vincent now. Not after the whole- thing. “I'm not sure guys, I think I'll pass on it”, Mr Vincent’s eyes caught mine, he looked disappointed and stiff. “Oh come on!” Mr Carson wasn't having it. I may have ruined his plan. “Why not? W

Serena’s POV: But just as I thought the night was over, with a half-empty bottle of wine still left to finish. Mr Vincent held my hands and stood me up. He still sat comfortably on his chair, pulling me to sit on his thighs. He leads me further, biting my lower lips first and then kissing me softly with his tongue. Mr Vincent lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist. We were still kissing. Mr Vincent kisses my neck and my breasts, biting gently my nipples. “Ah!”. He pins my back to a wall, knocking down a painting. Calm down! No, don't! Don't stop! He sits me comfortably on the kitchen counter. His head is between my thighs. He kisses them not gently this time around. He reaches for a kiss once more. I took off his white shirt revealing his hard-core abs and broad chest. I've missed this view! Mr Vincent buries his head between my thighs once more. Now, looking into my eyes, I could feel his index finger sliding in and out of my vagina. My breathing pattern changes. I couldn't

Swrena’s POV:Finally, the Christmas party we flew from California to attend is here. The place is buzzing with workers, guests, and clients. I sat at a table and watched Mr. Vincent and Mr. Carson talk and introduce clients to one another. Mr Vincent just kept on smiling, sometimes he would gaze at me with a smile and I would smile back. I took a moment to absorb the lively atmosphere of Mr. Carson's Christmas party. I observed the scene around me, taking in the sights, sounds, and energy of the gathering.I kept looking around, thinking to myself. The party is in full swing, buzzing with excitement and holiday cheer. The room is elegantly decorated with sparkling lights, festive garlands, and a beautifully adorned Christmas tree in the corner.I notice the diverse mix of guests, each adding their unique flair to the ambiance of the party.The guests are a vibrant mix of colleagues, friends, and acquaintances from different walks of life. Laughter and animated conversations fill the